Subconscious


Whoosh, I may have heard the faintest whisper.
Did I hear something?
White noise.

A gentle whisper only a little louder.
Ignore it.
I’m busy.

It’s still there,
that undefined white noise.
It’s irritating, go away.

Boom, what just happened?!
I could have stopped this.
Now I have to deal with it.

Why didn’t I listen?

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